Fernir thought he was going crazy. For days he had smelled his mate, but he could not find him. He was certain that it was a male because it was such a masculine smell. It was driving him nuts because he knew his mate was in pain and was slowly dying. He stepped up his pace and broke into a swift run. He could not let his mate die. For so long he had been searching for him, and he could not let him go, not after so many years of waiting and hoping that he would find him.

Suddenly he heard a scream so loud and so painful he stopped in his tracks. Could it be his mate? Could it be that right now he was slipping away from this earth and that he would go to the lands of Avalon? He would not allow it. His mate would not die. Even if he had to drag him back from oblivion by his hair he would save him.

He saw the house that held his mate imprisoned. The wolf could almost the taste the blood in the air, so fresh and copious. Then to warn anybody who was about to touch his mate, he let loose a bloodcurdling howl.

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Harry was in pain. He knew mental and physical pain, but nothing like this. His uncle had been like this from the day he returned from Hogwarts, which was only four days ago. If this was going to continue until the end of the holidays, he did not know if he was going to survive. Hell, he was not even sure if he was going to survive his uncle's latest game.

It was like this, his uncle had lost his job because he apparently had something to do with an extortion scheme within the company he worked at. And because Drummings didn't want anything to do with it, they fired his uncle without even a hearing. When his aunt found out that her husband lost his job, she left him and took all the money and left him and Dudley alone.

Ever since that happened, Harry had to do all the household chores, because he was the only one who could do them all. To make things worse, every night his uncle would come to his room and beat him to pulp, but that was not the worst part. After the beating his uncle would rape him. Harry never felt so humiliated or dirty in his life.

His uncle was just about to penetrate him as he heard a howl. Harry let felt something warming in his heart. It gave him hope that there was somebody to save him.

"What was that boy?" his uncle muttered. "Some of your freaky friends? Come to save their precious little wonder boy! Well they are not going to get you because you just found your purpose in life; to be my little fuck toy!"

Harry was silently praying that somebody would save him, because he was slowly losing more and more blood. He did not know how much longer he could keep going.

Suddenly he heard crack as the front door was kicked in. Almost right after that there were heavy footsteps on the stairs that were rushing up.

As if his uncle expected someone to enter his room, he got off of Harry's bed and slowly pulled up his pants (he would never really step out of his pants just let them hang around his ankles). When Harry's bedroom door was loudly pushed open, there was the largest wolf any of them had ever seen.

It was growling at his uncle while he stalked into Harry's room. Suddenly it snapped at the big fat muggle that had hurt its little mate.

At that moment everything went black in Harry's mind.

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Fernir did not understand why anyone would hurt such a precious cub. He snapped at the fat man. He was sure that he was the one that caused his mate the pain and suffering he was in right now. But then his attention was drawn towards his mate. He was softly whimpering and then he stop moving. It seemed like he stopped breathing all together.

It could not end like this. He had just found his mate and he would not let him slip away. He would handle the fat man later on, but right now his priorities were for his mate. He would not let him die! He slowly slipped back to his human form, and he heard the fat man gasp behind him.

Then he slowly walked towards his mate and he stretched out his hand to touch his hair to comfort him. The hair of his mate almost felt like silk in his hand. While he stroked it, he heard his mate moan softly. It felt so good to be touching his mate that he did not know if he could ever going to stop. Then suddenly he realized that his mate needed a healer's care. He gathered his mate gently in his arms, careful not to cause him any more pain then necessary.

He turned slowly to the fat man.

"You will pay for this, muggle, nobody hurts MY mate"

"Like I care! He is just a freak, and he's not good for anything. He is better off dead then alive. Then he can't cause me any harm."

"We will discuss this matter at a later date, however right now, I only want to kill you. I will refrain from doing so while my mate is in the vicinity."

He then turned around and left the small room that apparently was his mate's bedroom. He personally thought that it was nothing more than a large wardrobe.

He swore to himself and his tiny mate that from now on he will only have the best. Well, the best of what a werewolf has that is, but he thought that anything would be better than the condition his mate currently lived in.

He stepped outside and held his mate close to keep him warm and still his shivering. He knew that what he was about to do was not good for his mate's injuries, but he did not know any other way to get him to the pack. So he tightened his grip on his mate and he apparated away in to the night.

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A/N Well I don't what to think of it. I have been lately really in to the Harry/Fenrir pairing, and I wanted to give it a try. So I hope you like it. My other story is not abandoned, I just need to work on Harry's and Snape's little chat. Which proves harder to be then it seems.

So please read and review and let me know.

This the betated version I want to thank AirKnitter

The next chapter will be finished soon I hope ;)